In Dorne's opinion, Jun Qianqian should be the pampered youngest daughter of someone's family, and if she secretly brought out so much food, she was afraid that the family would know about it and she would be blamed.

But at this time, he just wants to live with the people, even if this girl is scolded, the people of the Purple Flower will not let their compatriots die.

His compatriots are really dying.

"There's a reason why we won't take you in."

Jun Qianqian didn't really send warmth.

"We understand."

"You don't understand, if you really knew what was going on, you wouldn't have said that you would pay us back with ten times as much food."

The young man in front of him was also beaten by society at a young age, but there were some things that no one mentioned, and he couldn't figure it out.

"I'll also regard you as a victim of Lu Li's sneak attack on Zihua, but after all, you are the same clan as those people, and now that we have taken you in, the estrangement still exists, and if someone with a heart provokes a little, you will forget about Purple Flower's assistance today, but take it for granted that it is Purple Flower who owes you something."

Jun Qianqian's words were very simple, and Dorne first wanted to refute, but finally quieted down.

"Please let us stay in the Purple Flower Tribe, if anyone complains about the Purple Flower, I will cut off his head and send it over before it reaches your ears!"

Dorne now understands that since Jun Qianqian will stop him when he is out of the city, then there is room for things to turn around!

"Don't be so scary, we just have a good idea."

Jun Qianqian was also very surprised by Dorne's answer, she originally thought that she would let one or two hostages come out of Lu Li's side, and then make a proof of the beginning and end of the war between the two clans.

The hostages they Zihua helped raise, and gave food to others, no matter how they counted, they didn't lose anything.

But she didn't expect Dorne to have such determination.

"I understand!"

Dorne fell to his knees in the snow with a thud, the cloth bag containing the food set aside, his lips trembling violently.

No matter what he promised and what he carried today, at least his compatriots would survive.

"You're still soft-hearted."

Dorn was about to lead the people into the Purple Flower Tribe, and after his figure walked away, Luo Ze appeared behind Jun Qianqian like a ghost.

"When I think of so few people in the southern tribes, I can't help but conserve resources."

Jun Qianqian didn't admit that she was soft-hearted, but just talked about the overall situation and opened the topic.

"But the hostages should be exchanged."

Roze wants to make sure things are safe.

"Of course I know, the Purple Flower Tribe is not a benevolent church, but you will have more work in the future."

Originally, when Zihua didn't have many people, there was no difference between him, the patriarch and the squad leader, and now he is about to become the director of the senior section.

"We will definitely develop and grow in the future, and we will have to deal with more and more complicated things, and a single Luli tribe can't swallow it, so what else can we say to unify the south?"

Luo Ze thought to himself, how can there be a leakless container in the world, maintaining a balance is the most important thing for a leader, the Luli tribe should give him training, if this thing can't be done, what qualifications does he have to become the prophesied sword?

"You say people, it's cheap."

Jun Qianqian was still squatting on the snow at the corner of the city wall, she remembered that when the number of purple flowers was the lowest, she was digging out every day to increase the population, and now that there were more people, she began to miss the time when there were only thirty or forty people.

"At least we always live together."

Luo Ze picked up Jun Qianqian, who was wrapped in a ball, like a big bear hugging a tree, and the two of them swayed like tumblers, and walked back without being in a hurry.

The two children of the Luli tribe were only five or six years old, and they didn't remember much, so they were taken to the Purple Flower tribe to raise.

The rest of the people also have a place to go, the wooden houses outside the city walls are still there, and the friends who work in the wilderness tribe are not coming back.

Even if the hut didn't have a stove, it was at least a place to keep out the wind, and Dorne took a few of his tribesmen to chop wood every day, plus the food provided by the Purple Flower tribe.

It's not hard to survive this winter.

And on the day when the sun altitude was at its lowest, Jun Qianqian's calendar was finally written.

"There are 348 days in a year, and next year a month of 30 days will be changed to 29, and seven days will remain the same for a week."

Jun Qianqian looked at the number she recorded, this total number of days was exactly divided from the twelve months.

In the previous life, the solar calendar used all over the world for many years still had an error with the return year of the earth's revolution.

"Did something go wrong?"

Luo Ze watched Jun Qianqian writing the calendar there, and the writing pulled straight hair.

"I didn't make a mistake, I just felt like we were living in an illusory world."

Everything in this world is as if it has been prescribed, there is no error and no source, just like a lazy guy who directly enters the numbers into this world.

They can't have been created by aliens, right? The real earth network online holographic game?

"Is it a bad thing that we were created?"

Luo Ze often doesn't understand Jun Qianqian's inexplicable entanglement.

"Isn't it bad?"

Jun Qianqian raised her head and blinked.

It really doesn't seem to be anything bad.

It's better to care about how they came to be, than to care about how everyone won't have it in the future, even in the previous life, there were births, old age, sickness, death and all kinds of things, no one really fully controlled their own lives.

"I don't know?"

Luo Ze was confused by her rhetorical question.

"It seems that there is really nothing, and life is still going to live."

Even in the created world, Jun Qianqian could only sigh, thinking that this creator was already very conscientious, and it was a prophecy and a beast skin roll, leaving a lot of hints for the people here.

Or rather, left her with a lot of tips.

She now wonders if this possible creator is related to herself?

Jun Qianqian, who has a big heart, immediately threw her useless thoughts behind, she wanted to write three calendars, one for each of the fields and mountains, and they left one for the purple flower.

With last year's records, there is also a detailed reference for when it gets hot and when it gets colder.

This year, I can already eat noodles and cakes, the grain can be stored for much longer than meat, if the environment is suitable, it can be stored for several years, and the plough does not need to be expanded in the spring of the next year, and the lamb has grown into a big sheep that can pull a plow.

"We don't have enough iron."

Holding the tribe's account book, Jun Qianqian counted the addition and subtraction page by page to see what needed to be replenished, and which reserves were sufficient and could be postponed for the time being.

"Even if the iron sand is sifted once, there won't be much to be gained."

Unless they go down the river, where no one has ever been, it's still too unsafe.

"Don't sift the sand, next year, we're going to form an alliance with the White Rock Tribe!"

With the mine, who can still look at the mosquito legs of iron sand!